He realized that she was new 2 loveNaive in every wayEvery schoolboy's fanstasy she wasThat's why he had 2 waitIf he poured his heart into a glassAnd offered it like wineShe could drink and be back in time for the morning papersThey could take a walk down the oceansideMake a wish on every waveThey could find a carouselAnd ride or kiss in every caveThey could contemplate the entire universeOr just one starOr just how far was the walk 4 the morning papers

Let me play it for u one time, oh ohWellHeyShucks

Why is age more than a number when it comes 2 love?Should we ask the ones who speculateWhen they don't know what it's made of?Should we ask the moonlight on your faceOr the raindrops in your hairOr should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?

Should we ask the moonlight on your faceOr the raindrops in your hairShould we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?